Mena
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Post by Mena on Jan 11, 2012 17:02:56 GMT -5
The words leap out at me
Slow motion
Piercing my heart
Creating a deep chasm of untrust
Deep into my twisted soul
How?
Why?
The two of them
Shattered illusions
Hatred rages, burns, consumes
Leaving a husk of my former self
Empty and broken
Candle smothered
Nothing remains
Only the mind numbing pain.
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Post by Kaez on Jan 11, 2012 17:52:51 GMT -5
Mena's posting writing again?
Ohhhexcited.
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Mena
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Post by Mena on Mar 21, 2015 0:02:25 GMT -5
Deep in the recesses of her mind she knew the young woman sitting in front of her. Sally knew it was there, a name blurred by an ever ravaging disease. Frustration built as she leaned forward in her chair scowling at the woman, repeatedly tapping her cane against the tiled floor. With a dismissive wave Sally hefted herself from the chair and slowly shuffled down the hall to her room. Once inside she fell into the old recliner and cried. Who was the pretty young woman? So familiar, yet.. her name just out of reach. She would have to call Mary later to talk about the young woman. Mary..Mary.. it was Mary! Sally began to cry again, she felt so alone, lost.
Before bed she called Mary. "Mary, I'm sorry I forget." "It's okay Mom." Both women cry, say their "I love you's" and then goodnight. Mary sadly hangs up the phone and turns out the light, not knowing what tomorrow might bring. Mom forgets her a little more every day.
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Post by ASGetty ((Zovo)) on Mar 21, 2015 2:31:08 GMT -5
Mena's posting writing again? Ohhhexcited. |
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Post by Jenny (Reffy) on Mar 23, 2015 8:30:59 GMT -5
Mena's posting writing again? Ohhhexcited. This! So much this! Also, the old lady story touched me  My gran is forgetting too. The emotion captured was just right. |
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My gran is forgetting too. The emotion captured was just right. 